Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.